Yvonne Rainer Quotes

#1. The beauty of Broadway is that if I'm 60 or 70 years old, if they'll accept me back, I can go back. So I think for right now I'm going to focus on the music
it's the new baby
and see how it's going to work out, and then maybe in a few years maybe I'll go back.

Heather Headley

#2. In spite of these three obstacles, Menard's fragmentary _Quixote_ is more subtle than Cervantes'.

Jorge Luis Borges

#3. You know I very much respect Yvonne Rainer, she is very important - in American dance, the entire development of modern dance, and creating a wonderful physical language.

Marina Abramovic

#4. Unbelievable, yet, what else could it be?

Jim Courier

#5. [The reason a man has] so much trouble with the Senate is that there isn't a man in the Senate who doesn't think he is better suited to be President than the President, and thinks he might have been President except for luck.

Calvin Coolidge

#6. I live alone with my one dog and they say it like it's a sad, it's a terrible thing. This woman lives alone with her two cats.

Julie Bowen

#7. The shadows showed up what brilliant noonlight couldn't see. Tiffany had made up 'noonlight'.

Terry Pratchett

#8. We'll meet again, but you're a lifetime away, and I need you now.

Karen Quan

#9. Of course she'd told him she would, but if the man hadn't registered her sarcasm, then he wasn't making full use of his ears.

Mary Connealy

#10. I am more or less happy when being praised, not very comfortable when being abused, but I have moments of uneasiness when being explained.

Arthur Balfour

#11. I grew up in different orphanages in Israel, and if they gave me a pair of shoes, a shirt, and pair of pants every year, I was lucky. The rest was handouts, leftover clothes. So I appreciated clothes because I only had one new shirt each year.

Elie Tahari

#12. So, as one sees, I by no means deprive my world of stubborn reality, if I merely call it a world of ideas.

Josiah Royce

#13. Cold calculation, random spots of color, mathematically exact construction (clearly shown or concealed), drawing that is now silent and now strident ... Is this not form?

Giacomo Puccini

#14. no more pain. wake no more. nobody owns

James Joyce